At first, she didn’t believe me.
Then I played the recording.
She began crying.
“Robert, he told me you wanted to move into a nursing home. He said you were planning to sell the house.”
Those words hurt more than I expected.
My own son had been lying to everyone.
Susan promised that whatever happened between Daniel and me, she would never keep my grandchildren away.
That Sunday, my two grandchildren came to visit.
My granddaughter Emily, who is twelve, ran into my arms.
“Grandpa, Daddy said you were going away. Are you leaving us?”
I held her tightly.
“No, sweetheart. Grandpa isn’t going anywhere.”
My grandson hugged me next.
And standing there with those two children in my arms, I understood something.
My son had threatened to take away my family, but he had no right to decide who loved me.
Two weeks later, Daniel returned.
